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"Me own name is C. P. Quilty," said he, "the initials indicatin' Cornelius Patrick, and I'm glad to know ye. There's mighty few drummers stops off here now, but trade's bound to pick up, wid the land boom an' all." A sidelong glance at the perfecto clenched between Farwell's teeth. "W'u'd seegyars be yer line, now?
"I see you are determined not to illuminate the darkness," and she turned carelessly toward her uncle, who was serenely contemplating the glowing end of a fat perfecto. I bowed and passed out in Sixth Avenue, rather regretting that I had not the pleasure of the charming young person's acquaintance. The ten-spot of hearts seemed to have startled her for some reason. I wondered why.
After Dinner he smoked one Perfecto and then, when he had put in a frolicsome Hour or so with the North American Review, he crawled into the Hay at 9.30 P.M. At last he accumulated a Sense of Virtue that was hard to carry around. He was proud of himself when he counted up the number of days during which he had stuck to the Straight and Narrow. It seemed to him that he deserved a Reward.
Puffing vigorously at his expensive perfecto, Brockton strode leisurely up and down the terrace. He spoke calmly and dispassionately, as if he personally were not in the least concerned with the subject under discussion. From his manner one might take him for an elderly brother advising a junior of life's many pitfalls. "That's where you make a mistake," he said coolly.
Saying which, he clips the end off of a fat black perfecto, lights up, and tackles the mornin' mail. It was a case of local thunderstorms on the seventeenth floor of the Corrugated Trust Building. To state it simpler, Old Hickory was runnin' a neck temperature of 210 or so, and there was no tellin' what minute he might fuse a collar-button or blow out a cylinder-head.
Now if we could find a dark room, one with a window, I'd show you what I mean." Richard returned to Mr. Gwynn's. Before they entered he gave Mr. Sands a perfecto. The latter, who knew a good cigar from smoking many bad ones, threw away the devastator and lighted Richard's.
You will know Sydney and Melbourne and the great cornland at the back of beyond. And you'll sit in cool patios and sip iced drinks with Señor Don Perfecto de Cuba who has ridden in from his rancio to inquire the price of May wheat, or maybe you'll just amble through India on an elephant, sleeping in bungalows, listening to the howling of tigers, mosquitoes "
The detective ruefully inspected the scarlet band on his perfecto. "And I'll bet a doughnut that boy in his soul is crazy to have it over with. Well-born, well-educated; those are the lads that pay in full." "You're a philosopher, too. I'll tell you something. One of the reasons why I decline to talk is this: that boy's punishment will be enough." "That's not my game.
Almonte had talked with Ned in English, but Cos spoke Spanish: "Why did you run away from the capital?" he asked, shortly. "You were treated well there." "No man can be held in prison and be treated well." General Martin Perfecto de Cos frowned. The bearing of the young Gringo did not please him. Nor did his answer. "I repeat my question," he said, his voice rising.
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